Father Carter smiled faintly, his heart also a bit moved by the fact that Jane Sampson, despite appearing quite youthful, clearly knew how to advance and retreat, understanding what could be asked and what should not. Even if she asked what she shouldnāt, she wouldnāt push the matter to the end and could admit her mistake in time.
Being around such a girl should be quite relaxing, so Father Carter thought. No wonder his eldest son got along so well with this little miss.
"Didnāt get too scared today, did you? Where are you hurt?" Father Carter opened the car door, letting Jane wait inside the car while asking these questions, his voice sounding very gentle.
"If I said I wasnāt scared, that wouldnāt seem truthful. To be honest, I was a little frightened." Janeās heart was still suspended in that moment; every minute Coco Edwards hadnāt been rescued, every minute the first responders hadnāt arrived, she hadnāt dared to breathe.
As for where she herself was injured, Jane didnāt know.
She just felt tightness in her chest and severe dizziness, probably because she reacted too slowly during the car accident and may have suffered a mild concussion.
To be honest, she felt dizzy while making the call to the police, but she didnāt dare let herself faint. So she kept pinching the flesh on her thigh to stay a bit more alert with the pain.
Fortunately, rescue eventually arrived.
She had been steadfastly waiting for those soldiers to rescue Coco and now, seeing Father Carter, she didnāt know why, but it seemed like seeing a familiar senior, a known elder here, suddenly gave her a sense of backbone, and she wasnāt as panicked as she had been at first.
Over there, it took just a short time for several soldiers to carry Coco out from inside the car. Seeing this, Jane felt no intention of waiting in the car, she immediately ran over.
At the sight of Cocoās leg, Janeās tears almost fell.
"How are her legs?" Janeās heart trembled.
"They are stuck quite tightly. The impact was too strong; the lightest injury would be a fracture," one soldier said, basing it on his experience and not hiding the truth from Jane.
Father Carter came down from the car, walked to Janeās side, and gently patted her, saying, "Donāt be afraid, the ambulance has entered, and it will arrive in two or three minutes. You are injured too, donāt run around, wait for the ambulance, and go to the hospital for an examination."
"Donāt be scared, Monkey King of Sampton, your friend is temporarily out of danger," said the soldier, hastening to speak up and comfort her when he saw Janeās tearful demeanor. "Itās okay, the ambulance will be here in a while."
"Monkey King of Sampton?" Father Carter, hearing this nickname, frowned slightly. "What does that mean? Jane, why are they calling you that?"
The soldier hadnāt expected a person of Minister Carterās stature to be acquainted with their "Monkey King of Sampton," and mentioning "Jane" sounded like they had a pretty good relationship.
A little warrior wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "Minister Carter, Monkey King of Sampton... oh no, is little Jane the heiress who just returned from studying abroad?"
Another little warrior heard it, and his heart skipped a beat.
Calling someoneās beloved daughter "Monkey King of Sampton" in front of her fatherāwas this a death wish?
The soldier looked closely at Father Carter and Jane for a while, then quietly said, "Minister Carter, you and your heiress do bear some resemblance. But I thought your daughter took her motherās surname?"
Otherwise, how could father and daughter have different surnames?